Friday, June 13, 2008

Well, yesterday was my 47th birthday! I really don't FEEL that old. Most of the time I still think of myself as about 35 (although sometimes I feel ancient!) Anyway, my Dad called late last night to wish me a happy b-day, reminding me of the fact that I share that day with his father, something I think about every year. Pop-pop was an crotchety old fart;,very meticulous in all he attemted. Whether sewing beautiful clothing, making furniture, tile-work, housepainting, gardening or just about everything.There were two things he excelled at; arguing for argument's sake, and oil painting. He was a true artist, and I can thank him for any creative juices that flow through my veins. My Dad said that he had a half-gallon jug of Pop-pop's homemade wine (which is probably about 25 years old) that he and my uncle John planned to share in a toast at the family home in Placitas , New Mexico. Dad said he was having a sample, only to check the quality of course, and it was still pretty good. They will meet on Saturday and raise their glasses to commemorate Pop-pop's 100th birthday. Wow. Here's to you, Poppy.

8 comments:

Momma, don't worry, you don't look a day over 35! (You look a couple years over that! Hee-hee!) No really, you look great, and you always have. I hope your birthday was great. Wish I could have been there.

I didn't know that you and Pop-Pop had the same birthday. That's neat. I think I must be related to him in that I also like to argue for argument's sake.

Also, I can't believe he would have been 100--wow. Were he and Mom-Mom the same age?

He was actually 4 years older than Mom-mom, but his health made him feel 20 years older. When he felt good, he could be found in the kitchen patting her on the backside, which always made her giggle like a schoolgirl! They were so cute at times. I miss them both every day. :)

Thanks, Pido for the birthday nod. I know you've heard this before, but I'm thinking of counting backwards from now on! ;)Anyway, I'm glad that we can all be a part of one another's lives through the magic of the 'nets. Making contact is what makes us more human.Love, V.